[Verse 1]
There's a stillness that you carry like a stone worn smooth by rain,
A patience that has cost you more than others ever claim,
The surface reads as steady, reads as solid, reads as calm,
But underneath the quiet there's an ocean in your palm,
You've built your life on presence, on the weight of being here,
While everything you're feeling runs too deep to volunteer,
They see the mountain standing, they don't see the years of weight,
The way you've held the world in place and called that virtue, not your fate.

[PreChorus]
But there's a fire threading through the way you think and breathe,
A mind that moves like lightning underneath the autumn leaves,
You carry both the thunder and the meadow in one hand,
And that's not contradiction, that's the rarest kind of land.

[Chorus]
Katrina, you are written in the language of the earth,
A soul that learned to measure every atom of its worth,
You've walked through rooms of silence with your whole heart on the line,
And all that love you've hidden, let it finally be a sign,
That you were never broken, you were always being made,
Katrina, you're the truth that doesn't need to be displayed.

[Verse 2]
You love the way the roots love, something ancient, something wide,
You give before you're asked to and you ache when pushed aside,
Friendship is the altar where your truest self arrives,
You can make a conversation feel like something that survives,
But you've worn someone else's notion of what you should be,
Swallowed down the question of your own sufficiency,
Like worthiness was something you were meant to go and earn,
Not a thing already planted, waiting quietly in return.

[PreChorus]
But there's a fire threading through the way you think and breathe,
A mind that moves like lightning underneath the autumn leaves,
You carry both the thunder and the meadow in one hand,
And that's not contradiction, that's the rarest kind of land.

[Chorus]
Katrina, you are written in the language of the earth,
A soul that learned to measure every atom of its worth,
You've walked through rooms of silence with your whole heart on the line,
And all that love you've hidden, let it finally be a sign,
That you were never broken, you were always being made,
Katrina, you're the truth that doesn't need to be displayed.

[Verse 3]
You've felt the pull of belonging like a tide you couldn't name,
Stood just outside the circle wondering how you came,
To care so much for everyone and still feel set apart,
Like you were born between the world and something in your heart,
But all the visions that you carry, all the change you want to see,
Are not the proof of what you're missing, they're your map to being free,
The ones who feel too much are not the ones who feel too late,
They're the ones the world was waiting on to help it navigate.

[PreChorus]
But there's a fire threading through the way you think and breathe,
A mind that moves like lightning underneath the autumn leaves,
You carry both the thunder and the meadow in one hand,
And that's not contradiction, that's the rarest kind of land.

[Chorus]
Katrina, you are written in the language of the earth,
A soul that learned to measure every atom of its worth,
You've walked through rooms of silence with your whole heart on the line,
And all that love you've hidden, let it finally be a sign,
That you were never broken, you were always being made,
Katrina, you're the truth that doesn't need to be displayed.

[Verse 4]
There's a reckoning arriving and it's asking you to stand,
Not behind the work you offer but with open heart and hands,
To step out of the shadow where your light has lived too long,
And let the world receive you, let them witness you belong,
Because the gift you keep on giving while you're hiding in the wings,
Is the very thing the story needs, the note the chorus sings,
You don't have to be less tender, you don't have to be less true,
The world needs every version of the fullness that is you.

[Bridge]
You were placed here in this season at this crossing for